Tuesday, December 16, 2014

The king of the night callers
is the great horned owl. He comes on clear and cool, long and hollow -- Hoo,
hoo, hoo, hoo-hoooo. A five beat basso singer. There is a dignity in his
call, a certain restraint, as if he knows, no matter what, he's soon to dine.

I love hearing them. But I'm
mindful of what they do when, soundlessly, they fall upon prey. Not even a
whisper of wings to warn rabbit or

flying squirrel that an
arsenal of claws is about to land.

That's a swamp rabbit's tail
in the picture. And the claw marks of the great horned owl in the sand. He
landed right, this particular owl, but swamp bunnies will fight for their life,
and this one surely did.

I found no other evidence of
his loss than this brown fluffy tail. But during the day I saw him sitting in
the sun, seeking to heal his wounds with kindly sunlight. He was alive and
would live but he was damaged. The fur along his spine was ripped clean. He
hopped away when he saw me.

Predators don't always win.
Crows kill owls during the day. They first harass them with raucous noise, and
then they come in number and chop the owl, blinding him first. I've seen it
happen and have written of the encounter in the broadside poem on this page.

It's all give and take, in
nature.All creatures giving and taking,
different times of night and day. The whole hullabaloo of life and death,
chance and change, luck and pluck. Pity the bunny? Praise the owl? If there's a
moral in all of this, Great Maker forgot to tell us. But he didn't forget to
give us five fingers and five toes, which to my mind is way better than claws.

Gerald Hausman calls himself a "native of the world" after living in so many places in the United States and the West Indies. He spent more than twenty years in New Mexico where many of his American Indian folktales were collected and published. Born in Baltimore, Maryland in 1945, Hausman has been a storyteller almost since birth. His more than 70 books attest to his love of folklore, a passion instilled by his mother who painted the portraits of Native American chiefs. During his thirty-five years as a storyteller, Gerald has entertained children of all ages at such places as The Kennedy Center, Harvard University, St John's College and in schools from one end of the country to the other. Five audio books have come out in recent years and two of Gerald's books have been made into animated and folkloric films. His books have also been translated into a dozen foreign languages.